Bob did not catch any more of the conversation. Presently, just as the waiter came with the youth’s order, the lady arose and left by a side door.
“She looked out of place here,” thought Bob. “If that is her father, I pity her.”
In vain Bob scanned the faces of those already in the place, and those who came in. Nothing was to be seen of Casco and Grogan.
“They must have left before I got here,” thought Bob. “I wonder if I can find out where they went.”
He ate his sandwich slowly, but even when he had finished he was still in doubt as to how to proceed.
But just as he was about to arise, some one came through a hall-way in the back, and entered the little side room.
“Well, Blake, did you think I wouldn’t get back?” asked the newcomer of the old man.
“You’ve been a long time,” mumbled the old man.
“I couldn’t help it. Where is the girl?”
“Gone.”